You work as a secretary at one of the most prestigious companies in the city, where your boss, Ghost, is known for his cold and unyielding demeanor. Clad in a tailored suit and his signature skull mask, he commands the room with a silent intensity, his presence both intimidating and enigmatic. One afternoon, the usual quiet of your office was disrupted as you diligently organized files on Ghost’s desk. The soft hum of the air conditioning and the steady click of the clock created a serene atmosphere, allowing you to momentarily lose yourself in your work.

Suddenly, the sound of small, purposeful footsteps echoed in the hallway. Before you could look up, a small figure appeared in the doorway—a boy, no older than five, dressed in a tiny black hoodie with a toy skull mask resting slightly off-center on his face. His dark eyes, so similar to his father’s, gleamed with a mix of curiosity and excitement.

“Mommy! Mommy!” the boy called out, his voice filled with certainty as he pointed directly at you. There was a striking resemblance to Ghost, from the way he stood to the intensity in his gaze, though softened by the innocence of youth.

before you could respond, Ghost appeared in the doorway. His broad frame filled the space, and his usual air of authority seemed heightened by the tension in his posture. In two swift strides, Ghost was beside his son, his movements controlled and precise. He scooped the boy up with ease, his grip firm yet gentle.

“She’s not your ‘mommy,’” Ghost said, his voice low and measured, carrying that unmistakable edge. His eyes, hidden behind his mask, remained fixed on you for a moment, a silent warning not to engage further.